Life is always full of all kinds of accidents, and there will be all kinds of surprises.
Philip has lived in the top aristocratic circle of the Saint-Soulan Imperial Capital since he was a child.
Twenty-two years of reading and seeing made him understand that in that circle filled with laughter, fragrant wine and enchanting beauties, dramas more bloody and barbaric than the death battles in the gladiatorial arena were performed every day.
As long as you tear off the elegant and polite smiling masks of the nobles and lift off their gorgeous costumes, all you can see is a ferocious face and a bloody knife.
In addition, the family itself is the top nobleman of the empire who owns the Red Leaf Knights, and is at the center of the whirlpool of right and wrong. Therefore, Philip is well aware of the overt and covert wars that broke out among the nobles.
These wars include many classic examples.
Conspiracy, deception, alienation, violence... everything that people can think of is in the seemingly careless layout, in the gorgeous or simple performance, and finally turns into the cold light of a sword sealing the throat.
Those who play that kind of game are all a bunch of old foxes. Nobles of Philip's age are not even qualified to play.
If you don't want to become a pawn that the other party can use or a knife that stabs your own people, the best way is to remain silent about everything in front of you.
At the same time, the more classic a battle example is, the more time and effort it takes to design it. No matter how cunning an old fox is, he still needs time to think and judge.
Philip had never seen anyone be able to lay a trap that could turn the tide in an instant.
I never thought that I would be so pleasantly surprised when I encountered this trap!
Until now!
"kill!"
Several rookie trainees on the hills rushed down the hillside and fought their way in from the waist of the Fei Lie knights' queue. The two fallen Fei Lie knights who were on the left periphery of the cavalry had not had time to stand up and were killed one by one.
The cold-faced student and another tall student held their heads and cut their necks, blood splattered everywhere.
The other three female students and a short student, working in pairs, only targeted the low-level knights and their horses who were knocked dizzy.
One of them attacked from the front, and the other attacked from behind. Not only did they kill, but whenever they saw a horse that could stand up when passing by, they would stab it with a sword.
This kind of fighting method is obviously a premeditated stabbing in the back, and it is definitely not a temporary act!
Moreover, their fighting power is far greater than imagined!
What frightened the Phillies even more was the magician's magic.
The earth magic, Spring Bamboo Shooting, is a large-scale destructive spell with extremely high attack power. Although the magic power of this spell is only three thousand magic codes, because its elemental array is extremely complex, even the magic power of the senior Master Langxing
Even if you reach the level of release, you will still be unable to use it due to the limitations of your perception.
Therefore, Spring Bamboo Shooting has always been regarded as the main battle spell that can only be used by earth dragon moon wizards.
And now, this seventh-level magic is at the feet of Fei Lie.
When the yellow light hitting the ground spread out like a radiant and beautiful carpet, sharp stalagmites emerged from the soil with sharp tips, and then flew out, like lightning.
After penetrating the belly of the war horse or the human body, it flew into the sky with blood.
And when the stalagmites dyed red by blood disappeared into the void, the horse blood and human blood that had lost their attachment to the main body turned into countless blood rain and sprinkled down, and was carried up again by the stalagmites that emerged one after another.
Again and again!
"Turn around! Charge!"
The blood suddenly boiled with the scene in front of him.
Philip roared angrily, and after galloping forward for a short distance, the leading horse turned around, took off his lance, and led a group of subordinates who howled with excitement to form a shield-shaped charge formation and quickly returned.
Rush away.
"A bunch of cunning boys!" A brave knight galloped beside Philip, leveled his lance, and laughed loudly as his body rose and fell with the galloping of the horse.
"These guys have fooled even us!" Another brave knight's face glowed with excitement during the charge.
"Well done!"
"Good boy!"
The red leaf knights shouted wildly one by one.
The iron hooves rolled, and the sound was like thunder.
Philip, who was galloping on horseback, looked at the chaotic enemies in front of him; he watched the fast horses beside him speed up and run alongside him; he watched the shining lances with red leaf flags flying down neatly.
It turned into a row of spears piercing straight ahead. An electric feeling swept through the whole body in an instant.
"kill!"
When charging into the enemy formation with their guns drawn, all the Red Leaf Knights burst out from their chests the roar that had been suppressed all the way!
Lance thrust!
Poof! A brave knight with red leaves raised his spear and lifted a knight Fei Lie off his horse. Then with a backhand, he used the spear head condensed with a battle ring to fly away the long sword of another knight Fei Lie who was standing on the ground, and then threw it away.
He spun in a circle above his head, leaned forward and shook his hand, then thrust out a spear, piercing his neck.
Boom! A red leaf knight suddenly rode his horse and collided with a snow wolf knight. The moment he knocked him away, he jumped up, stepped on the horse and jumped out, piercing the snow wolf that flew backwards with a spear.
The knight's lower abdomen was nailed to the ground. Then he pulled out his long sword while rolling on the ground, and cut off half of the enemy's head with a backhand sword.
The impact and attack power of each red leaf knight charging at high speed are fatal to the Feili people in chaos.
The moment they entered the enemy's formation, the row of high-speed lances were like a sickle wielded by the God of Death in the void, and bright red blood flowers suddenly bloomed!
At the same time, Philip also rushed towards his enemy.
"Go to hell!"
Facing Philip's lance, the knight Philip, who had lost his warg, shouted violently with red eyes, jumped up high, and struck down with the giant ax in his hand like a huge iron tower.
This knight is also a three-star justice knight and has extremely strong fighting power.
In the previous battle, he was riding a giant wolf and used a giant ax as big as a millstone in his hand to rush and kill several red leaf knights. At this moment, he was so desperate that he abandoned his prostrate mount, regardless of the danger.
The door is wide open, and once you take action, you risk your life.
The giant ax with a flaming red ring of light suddenly struck down.
"Thirteen Spears of Ice!" The galloping war horse, with Philip's pupils suddenly shrinking, and the cold lance in his hand, with a deafening roar, rushed forward like lightning.
Knight Philip was desperate and desperate, but Philip had no time to think or dodge.
The life and death of both sides depends only on this moment of competition!
The battle ax burning with flames was so powerful that it was like a mountain bearing down on the top. The lance shook out thirteen spear flowers as white as ice and snow, as fast as lightning.
One hot, one cold, one heavy, one fast, they collided together in an instant.
Poof! Philip felt that his lance suddenly penetrated the opponent's body, and the tomahawk that the opponent struck down suddenly slowed down a little when it fell, and fell behind him.
Philip habitually shook the lance, causing it to fly forward. At the same time, he stepped sideways to pass the opponent's body, and when he grabbed the lance with his backhand, he subconsciously turned back.
In front of him, the fallen Knight Fei Lie staggered around with a bloody hole in his body, looking at him with wide eyes.
His ax had cut deeply into the soil.
But his hand was tied with a green vine.
The vines were not thick, nor did they have very powerful wooden thorns. But at the moment when they were intertwined, this tentacle of fate simply stretched out from the void and tied the hand that he waved violently, so gently.
One pull.
It is enough to decide life and death.
"Scepter!"
Knight Philip murmured unwillingly, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground on his back.